Time flew by in a rush, and in the blink of an eye, three years had already passed.
Ever since that snowfall three years ago, the snow had been falling nonstop all the way until now.
Wherever the eye landed, all that could be seen was a vast expanse of white snow; the entire world was dyed with a bewitching layer of pale light.
Outside the small courtyard of Zhang Xiaohao's home, snow was piled three zhang high, and especially at the gate, a sky‑reaching snow mountain hundreds of zhang tall stood towering in the distance, extremely eye‑catching in this whole surrounding area.
Hongyi walked out from the backyard and glanced at Zhang Xiaohao, who was still standing within that hundreds‑zhang‑tall snow mountain, firmly shrouded by the white snow.
Ever since the snowflakes started falling three years ago, Zhang Xiaohao had been standing there from that moment right up till now.
